Worry about your drunk friend first

The 20 or so minutes back to their shared apartment was awkwardly silent except for the steady torrent of tongue wagging hiccups from the passenger. Bridget hugged herself tightly as each reflex shook her frame. Her face was buried beneath a jet black mess of hair, preventing Arthur any chance to enjoy the curse he placed on her. She squirmed anxiously in her seat, eager to get away from the jerk who caused this. They pulled up to their unit's parking space, and she quickly opened the car door and tumbled into the cool, night air. Arthur killed the engine and followed after her, reaching her side just as the confident drunk started listing too far to port. She grunts a **** thank you, refusing to open her mouth any more than necessary while she was **** to make that face. When they entered the quiet apartment, Bridget pushed off Arthur's shoulder and stumbled/crawled her way to her bedroom to sleep off the cause of her strife. Arthur sighed, resigning to the fact that any more discussion of tonight would happen when she was ready. He shuffled through the unlit living room to the kitchen, finding the fridge in a few grasping tries. Fluorescent light burned his retinas as he scanned for something quick to eat. Settling on his half-eaten BLT from lunch, he picked up the plate and a can of cola, hooking his elbow on the door. As he turned and rose, pulling the fridge shut with him, the last thing Arthur registered was the naked, devil creature licking its lips at him. He was returned to darkness in the instant he realized what he had seen, and the sudden blackness burned the image into his mind as he dropped his snack in terror.

The creature looked to be about 8 feet tall from the angular curves of its horns to the powerful musculature supporting its frame. Its skin was ashen and rough, its eyes golden and amorphous and multiple. The tongue wetting its gaping maw could have been prehensile as it darted between jagged teeth. As the plate of food shattered to the ground and a fountain of carbonation stained his clothes, the overhead light was thrown on, blinding Arthur to the beast he could hear closing in on him. He tripped backwards in fearful retreat, swatting futilely at the oncoming onslaught of teeth and claws. "O.M.G! Are you alright? I totally didn't mean to scare you." The beast was clever, disguising its sound as a bubbly, oblivious woman, but Arthur refused to give it the satisfaction of tricking him. If he was going to be eaten by a monster, it would be while cowering in the corner, not letting his guard down. "Come on, I won't bite'cha! Don't you have questions about Custom Girls?" Her saccharine sincerity finally got to him at the mention of the app. Peeking between his trembling fingers, Arthur took in the behemoth towering over him. "Hey, cutie." The beast snarled, her pillowy lips curling into a friendly, radiant smile. Her eyes sparkled vibrantly on her pale grey skin, flawless and fully on display for Arthur. He slowly climbed to his feet, eyes not leaving her silhouette as it oscillated between perky, waspish, and thicc in all the appropriate places. At full height, he realized her tall stature was mostly in her horns, shooting nearly two feet from her scalp before starting their tight curl. Her hair was surprisingly colorful, as bubblegum pink ombre'd into a white closer to her skin tone, and it sat both in a stylish up do around her horns and curling bouncily down her shoulders. Beneath the candy floss hair sat obsidian nipples capping heavy pale melons that showed complete disregard for gravity, refusing to obscure an inch of washboard midriff. Her hips were wide and inviting as her thick thighs creased at her waist, pointing directly to her hidden mound. Her trimmed carpet matched the drapes as a pink heart topped the crest disappearing from view. In a word: awoogah.

"Who are you?" Arthur hissed, afraid to make any more sound to attract roommates or another Nth dimensional creature to his kitchen. The monster unhinged its cute, slender jaw and giggled terribly at him.

"Ok, so I'm Trixie, Head of Human Resources. Our team noticed you were getting into quite a snag with you first Girl." The demoness began her introduction with a friendly handshake before offering a consoling grimace at his plight. Her whole manner had a very 'customer service' style. "So I decided to swing by and give you a little helping hand." Trixie wasn't the name Arthur had been expecting, but her true name no doubt required an organ he didn't have in order to pronounce it.

"Wait, you're from HR? I don't work for you guys, uh, girls, uh, LADIES." Arthur stuttered, finding his eyes drifting back to the pull of her chest, like her nipples were literal black holes.

"Right. You're a Human." Trixie emphasized the last word for him. "So HUMAN Resources came to the rescue! You must be thinking of DR, Silly." She gave Arthur's cheek a playful pat as she handed him his ruined meal, fully reformed. Even the sandwich half that he had eaten was returned. As he took the plate, stunned silent and rock hard, she rounded his side and led him by the shoulders to the plush couch of the living room. She stood before him once more, patiently waiting for his attention.

"I was in a snag? I hardly did anything yet." Arthur defended himself, realizing this visit might involve getting reprimanded, maybe the app getting taken away. As his panic began to rise again, he found his sight again guided to her swaying tits, calming him.

"Well, technically not yet, but you're on the path towards it." Trixie explained somberly, as if telling a child why it can't put a fork in the toaster. "We at Custom Girls LLC strive to provide as many fun and erotic features as possible, but if a careless User makes poor choices, it can inhibit some of the excitement, or worse: take down our servers. In your case, both."

This made Arthur pause for a moment. He agreed that his fun was being reduced by Bridget's reaction, but how was a single mother board threatened by his actions, let alone entire servers? Trixie noticed his confusion an elaborated. "Look, you're a beta tester so bugs and glitches can crop up as features are implemented and tested." She started sounding like she belonged on the dev team more than HR, but seeing as HR wasn't what Arthur had first assumed, maybe they shared teammates. "We gave you access to Determined Internal Curses as a way to make each girl you find a little more unique, and encourage spreading your gems far and wide. These DICs would be pointless to buy, because the Girl already has no gag reflex or, oh I don't know, ignores your ogling." The pieces were starting to fall, but Trixie had more to reveal. "Now what do you think would happen if a Girl changed so drastically in one night, that one of those DICs would need to be removed?" At this question, the succubus approached Arthur, suddenly much more intimidating from this steep angle, but her underboob looked tastier than his forgotten sandwich.

"It would be less fun?" Arthur offered his answer. His instinct was to bemoan more work hours, but he assumed a joke wouldn't help the mood right now, especially if she wasn't actually part of the dev team.

"It would require the curse be removed, but we've been having some issues with that. It intrinsically goes against the point of the app, but we didn't expect to find a moro-User like you who would **** such a bug. But that's what beta builds are for!" Now Arthur understood. His friendship with Bridget was in jeopardy, because she felt letting me ogle her all this time was being abused by a perverted friend. Technically she was right, but it didn't lessen his guilt. "We were hoping you'd have made the smart choice by now, but we don't have time to wait for your simian brain to line up. So I'm gonna spell it out for you: turn off her awareness!" Arthur felt like an idiot. Obviously if she wasn't aware it was happening, she wouldn't take offense to it. Trixie gave him a smug smile as she saw the lightbulb go off upstairs. "Duh, right?"

Arthur fumbled for his phone, quickly pulling up Bridget's page to returned her self awareness to off. Trixie clapped happily, glad to be done with the serious business of her trip. "Phew! That sure was a close one." She sounded like her original bubbly self, which relaxed Arthur as much as it aroused him. "We at Custom Girls LLC take great pride in pleasing our customers, so we would like to offer you a little something for the stress of the evening and for being so cooperative." She gushed with her hands on her bent knees, sandwiching her fat tits into Arthur's face before they descended to rest on his lap, his cock at full mast betwixt her milky orbs. Her impossible breats completely encased his cock, hiding it from sight. Her slender hands tenderly ran up his thighs, melting any tension from his muscles. A low moan started pouring from his lips as soon as her hands touched him, and it didn't stop as her heavy chest rose and fell by its own locomotion. Trixie sat comfortably on her heels, flashing sexually teasing expressions while her boobs milked him. "Mmmm, the Girls are lucky to have you as their User." She moaned for Arthur's pleasure, her giggly voice now dripping with lusty desire. "Gawd, your dick feels amazing!" Now her hands jumped to her chest to help along. She crushed her ebony nipples between her long fingers as her hands sunk deeply into her dirty pillows. "I think I want a taste." She whined, before her tongue started to unfurl down her chin.

And it continued to unfurl, lengthening impossibly until its flicking tip disappeared into her vast cleavage. It probed deeper until Arthur felt its burning hot surface wrap around his shaft at the base. Her jaw stretched achingly as her thick tongue undulated, pumping his cock sloppily within her tits. Her cheeks bulged with strenuous breathing, flushing her pallid cheeks with arousal. Arthur had never felt such sexual satisfaction, and it was more than just his virginity. Her skill was other worldly, and as her eyes rolled back and her moan reverberated down her tongue into his balls, he released powerful ropes of cum into her chest, strong enough to erupt from the surface of her cleavage. Upon his orgasm, Trixie's tongue tightened at the base of his rod and pulled, coaxing every salty drop out of him like a flattened toothpaste tube. Her prehensile organ captured its reward and slurped it down her waiting gullet. "Ahh, I love my job." She gasped while Arthur came down from his high. "Thanks, from everyone at Custom Girls LLC." Was the last thing Arthur heard before his body finally collapsed into unconsciousness, his energy drained as thoroughly as his balls.