YES, DEAR & JUST A PRANK, BRO

CONGRATULATIONS!

You have achieved the total of 1000 submission points, you have unlocked a new perk!

-THE SHAPE OF THINGS TO CUM-

Subjects that have a +100 submission score will now have their transformation tab unlocked. The subject’s body can be transformed in almost any way. Bigger tits, bigger hips, different eye color, their height… The options are almost unlimited.

The changes won’t happen immediately. The bigger the changes, the more time they will take. It is also possible to choose if you want the changes to be noticed by you alone, by the person themselves, or by everybody.

…

That’s fucking impossible, right?

…

I navigated quickly to Gretchen’s profile page.

Yes, there was a new button there. It had an icon of a naked 3D-model on it. I tried clicking on it.

No dice. The app just let out negative chime.

Fuck.

This was amazing. I wanted to test it right away. But I needed a +100 subject for it.

This was the third thing already. Third thing locked away behind that +100 wall. There was that “Gretchen & Lana”-relationship editor… Although that one needed both of them to be +100. Also, how did I unlock that in the first place? I hadn’t gotten a relationship editor with any other pairing. I wondered what were the rules for that.

Then there was that familial bonding thing, and now this perk. Also, I still didn’t know what +100 did by itself in the first place.

If I wasn’t determined before, I was certainly now.

I’d spend the rest of the day making sure Gretchen would reach that number.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot to choose Michelle’s and Maddy’s new traits!

For Michelle… I chose YES, DEAR. Doing those wifely duties were so far below her self-image… I wanted see the pussyjuice running down her legs as she scrubbed my floors one day. That… would be satisfying. And a good way to continue what I had just started.

For Maddy, the question was whether I wanted to be the pranker or the prankee.

…

You know what, let’s see what her mind can come up with. Surprise blowjob sounded fun. And if I wanted to prank her cruelly, with her current submission score, I could already get her to accept a lot of shit.

There. Traits chosen.

Time to leave the pair for a moment now.

I wondered how Michelle would react to everything once she woke up? Well, she probably wouldn’t tell the truth to Maddy. Or anybody. Would she hate me for doing that to her? …Probably. Very likely. But I could deal with hate.

And no matter how much she wanted to hate me… I’d still be the guy who brought her to orgasm seven times in a row after two dry weeks. With just the touch of my hand. If that didn’t have a psychological effect on her, then what would?

I opened the car door. Gretchen turned to me in shock. She was still so deep in thought, she didn’t even see me approach the car.

Was she seriously still thinking about the question I had given her? It had been almost an hour already.

“Well, bitch? What did you come up with?”

She immediately had trouble getting it out, but it was clear she had settled on something.

“…Well… I guess… We could, like… Like…”

“Come on now. I don’t have all day.”

“…We could… drive over to Lana…” Ooh. Interesting. She was herself suggesting using Lana. A great development. “And… And… You could… Fuck her. While also… **** me. At the same time.”

She was blushing more and more with every word. Saying that was out loud was probably incredibly tough for her.

Now, someone as gorgeous as Gretchen suggesting that I go fuck another woman while **** her at the same time… Any man should go on their knees and thank God they were born. It was sort of amazing how far past I was of that point already. Her asking this was interesting, but for another reason.

I knew something she didn’t. This was a trait I instilled in her over a week ago. The trait made that particular scenario her biggest fantasy, something she thought about every day.

And that was exactly the problem.

She finally dared to look into my eyes, to see whether I approved of her suggestion or not.

“Tell me the truth, Gretchie. I told you to think of something for my pleasure. Was that for my pleasure, or yours?”

“…M-m-mine? H-How could… I-It’s so… Like, y-y-you think I’d… like that?”

I sighed. Did she really think she had any sort of poker face with me anymore?

I put my hand on her throat, and squeezed a little tighter.

There was no shock on her face, just pleasure, as her eyes started rolling back.

I squeezed a little tighter again, and she let out a suffocated-sounding sexual moan.

“Yeah. I do.”

I let go of her throat, and she took a moment to catch her breath. Not because I stopped her breathing, but because she was panting out of lust.

“You get a failing grade, Gretchen. You’re not allowed to cum for a week.”

“What?”

“You need to think about what I want. Not what you want. And that scenario… Come on. You could get much more creative than that, cunt.”

Gretchen actually looked ashamed. Amazing.

“Now. Do exactly what I say for the rest of the day, or no cumming for a month.”

“…Yes… Daddy.”

“Good girl. And hey.”

I grabbed her chin, and turned her eyes to mine.

“If you’re extra good, I’ll make that scene happen. Okay?”

A small smile formed on her face.

“Yes. Daddy.”

“Good. Now. Our next stop.”

I punched in a new address into the navigator. The estimated drivetime was around fifteen minutes.

I spent the drivetime squeezing Gretchen’s tits. I needed something to do. I was careful not to make her drive into a ditch though, so I only did it once in a while.

I did consider flicking her bean also, but that was a bit too dangerous. The driving was keeping her a little bit too occupied. Perhaps we should switch seats next time.

Then we reached our destination.

Her face was all sweaty from the constant teasing I had given her during the trip. She was just staring at the wheel, lost in thought.

“Gretch. You’re not interested where we are?”

She finally looked out the window.

“…Gerry’s Tattoo Parlor?”

“That’s right,” I said with a grin.

I enjoyed watching the slow realization on her face.

We walked inside the parlor. The place was small and messy looking.

I had never visited one of these places before. Never needed a tattoo.

Not until now.

The old-looking guy, looking like a motorcycle hippie or something, got up from his seat and looked the pair of us from head to toe.

“So. What brings you guys here today?” He said in a gruff voice.

Gretchen just stared at the floor.

I had to nudge her with my elbow.

Finally, she took a step forward.

“I… I need… I need a tattoo.”

“Yeah, that’s what the place is for. So, you have something in mind or would you like to look at the catalogue?”

“I… have something in mind.”

“Alright then.”

The silence went on a while.

“It’s going on my left buttcheek,” Gretchen finally spoke up in a small voice.

“What is?”

She finally looked up, and met the tattoo guy’s eyes.

“The words… ‘Jack’s slavecunt.’” (GRETCHEN: +1SP) (+96SP)