Fail with dignity

You consider running for the door, but as you glance at the door, Max speaks the words again and you find yourself tilting over towards an orgasm. Instead of running for it, you just stand still as you let the pleasure trickle through you, moaning loudly for a few seconds while you consider what to say to convince Max to be mercifull.

"There we go, that wasn't too hard, was it?" Max said as he leaned back in his chair. "Did you manage to avoid the Big Black Cock enhancement?" He asked

You are still coming down from your small orgasm, but you realize that the words no longer seem to punch as hard as they did previously. "Not as much as before," you replied, slightly confused.

"Hm, I guess that means it didn't make much of an impact," Max said while thinking for a moment. "So I think that means you managed to avoid getting it as a permanent trait. Congratulations on that, Alex!"

"Yes," you exclaim and clench a fist, a wide smile spreading across your face. Jamie and Miss Dinbowl were done with their sexual escapade and Jamie was sheepishly trying to pay attention to what was going down between you and Max, but not intervening. You were unsure of how much was left of Jamie, but there wasn't much to be done about that right now.

"But that also means you're now... this," Max said as he got up from his chair and stood in front of you, a foot and a half taller than yourself.

You glance down at yourself and blink as you realize your life is fundamentally different now, even more so than before your orgasm. What felt like dream-like memories now feel like they happened yesterday.

You're a total slut, have been for a decade. It's not even hard work, your body is practically incapable of gaining any weight and it always looks good. A life of introverted insecurity has been replaced by a life of extroverted consequence filled with acts of depravity.

You still remember who you were, but it reminds you of kindergarten. It's ages ago, you got new friends, new interests, and the world has revealed new paths for you to walk and flourish upon.

"I... it's weird, I remember my past, but I'm okay as I am right now," you say, looking down at yourself. But then you remember the power Max has over you, and your brain goes for bargaining. "Please, I can live with this. I'll even be fine with it! I promise I will let you use the program as you wish, but don't use it on me anymore!"

Max laughed for a moment. "Well, what do you think, Jamie? What do you remember?"

Jamie cocked her head to the side for a moment. "Remember of what? That you gave me a fake bimbo body? I couldn't afford one before, so I'm happy!"

"And the program that lets us re-write reality?"

"Oh, that thing. Well, It seems sort of dangerous. Didn't boy Alex turn all the girls at school into thirsty sluts while I was getting eaten out by dinbowl?"

"That he did," Max agreed as he slid a hand around your waist, cupping a feel of one of your butt cheeks that were barely kept inside your skirt. A few fingers slid between your cheeks and he wiped up some of the moisture gathering on your taint. You moaned and gave him a sly grin as he slid a finger past your asshole on his way out again. Your heart fluttered with excitement and the rare feeling of hope: If he could be bought with sexual favors, that was something you'd be able to trade at little cost.

"I agree, this app seems very dangerous," you said as you wrapped your hands around Max' waist, pressing your hips against his crotch and rubbing it gently by rolling your hips. "What if we did something like turning 90 percent of the world into slutty females, we forgot to exempt ourselves and got caught on the wrong side of that bet? We'd never know what had happened," you said as you let Max' hands fall into place on your ass.

Max nodded along before he glanced between Jamie and yourself, considering his options.