Studies it {Main Branch}

As we made our way into hotel check in Layla went to shower and Ms. Amari went to the store to buy ingredients for the soup. Thankfully the hotel provided pots and pans with each room we would just have to clean them ourselves, fair enough.

Now alone on my bed I opened the app once more to reread everything it offered. I was a cultured man, I knew what tags meant regarding something erotic.

I guess the real question is if I am willing to believe this, and if I am, am I willing to inflict my will onto others like that? I mean what if this things is real and plants some type of demon spawn into human brains to control them? I ponder as my head begins to ache from stress.

It was coming infinitely closer to the late night as the airport was an hour away with the terrible traffic. If this was going to be done, it would have to be soon. Raising my eyes upward I stared at the ceiling as if I was looking throughout.

“God, if you exist and this shit kills me, we will have words.” I whispered before giving the app permission to download. It took all of thirty seconds before it was fully downloaded and on my screen. As I clicked it my heart began to pound.

For the love of all things holy PLEASE do not be some demon shit. I prayed internally as I waited for the app to load. It’s symbol was nothing more than a classic comic text bubble filled with vines and surrounded by a circular loading bar.

‘Thank you Damon Blackgate for downloading the Tag App! As a present for the first ever user you will be gifted two rewards! Please tap giftbox icon at the top right of the home screen.’

As I did what it prompted I saw two items appear on my screen.

‘Gift: One free tag in each category! Applicable for any level tag.’

‘Gift: Five free user upgrade points!’

‘Before applying these gifts, would you like a small tutorial?’

I clicked yes immediately. There was no way I was going to use this without knowing every fine detail.

‘By selecting the profile icon at the top left of the home screen you may examine your present stats and tags. Yes tags may be applied to yourself as well, with the caveat of being once a week. These tags are also unable to be deleted so pick carefully. Self tags cost five points of either category.’

‘The heart icon that has a whip wrapped around it is where you can see all of your current targets, as well as their love and submission scores, and their tags.’

‘To earn love and submission points is quite simple. Do things that make your target either love you more or act submissively towards you. Most if not all acts will grant one point per action.’

‘The hut with a speech bubble at the bottom is the store icon and where you may purchase new tags. Tags will be defined before purchase as to cause no unintentional issues. No refunds will be issued in the event that you are unsatisfied with your purchase, please think carefully before purchasing.’

‘In app purchases may apply if we find it entertaining enough. That is all for the tutorial, goodbye and enjoy yourself!’

“Well then, alright I guess.” The line about in app purchases made me worry.

_I am definitely being watched then. By who? How would they know if things would become more interesting if I could buy features in the app? _I wondered and soon began regretting my decision to even entertain this crazy thing. Layla soon exited the shower as I heard the door open and close.

Our room was like any other interconnected rooms. At the entrance from the hallway there was an immediate bathroom fully equipped with shower and toilet, of course a sink as well. The guest bed that Layla would sleep on was full sized and stood next to a small closet. Further into the room was a small subsection too small to be deemed a living room but the hotel managed to stuff a couch and TV into it anyway.

While the room Ms. Amari and myself would share contained a queen sized bed, its own closet, and bathroom. Layla and myself theorized this was the type of room parents would get on a family vacation when they still wanted to be able to have private fun with family in the other room. Especially because of the thick walls which were surprisingly sound diluting.

“Damon, you can shower in a second just let me change!” Layla shouted from her room.

“Heard!” I replied as I eased my breath and returned to my phone. Still mulling over the entire situation I opened the store icon and took a look at all the tags available.

Transformative (30 points): Milf (can be used as aesthetic or action tag)

Menial (10 points): Spitting

Transformative (30 points): Breeding

Substantial (20 points): Body worship

Grand (50 points): Free use

Reality Altering (100 points): Futa

I had a coughing fit as I read Futa. Hell no! I thought.

I was getting into odd things lately but never would one of them be chicks with dicks. No sir not my thing, I will sooner take a femboy. I can make peace with that, but chicks with dicks, absolutely not!

I heard a knock on the bedroom door, “Damon? You aren’t dying in there right?” Layla asked.

After smacking wind back into my chest I answered that I was fine. Deciding to take power in the situation I tapped the question mark icon next to the store and shockingly enough found a FAQ bar. If I was going to do this I wanted to at least know how it would affect personalities.

‘We have taken into consideration the authenticity and experience of the user with tagged targets and therefor decided this. Those who are tagged will feel a compulsion to obey the tag that they can not get rid of and this compulsion will be integrated with their existing personality.’

So if I give Ms. Amari something like a farting tag she would rationalize it in her mind, remain herself while persuading herself it is okay to fart around me, and feel the desire to fart around me. I can work with that! I thought as I imagined the scenario. She was a kind soul and shy in some ways, she would absolutely be adorable about any farts.

Alright, alright! I can do this. I felt my will harden as I rose from the bed and showered after. By the time I got dressed in pajamas, some soft pants and a wife beater, Ms. Amari was back with the ingredients and popcorn.

“Movie night anyone?” She invited.

Layla and I smiled widely as movie night was a tradition for our sleepovers though it was usually just us while our parents drank and talked in the living room.

“For sure!” We both answered, causing Ms. Amari to smile and place the groceries down.

“Alright, it’s nine now. Give me twenty to shower then we can play the movie while the soup cooks. Sound good?” She asked, we both nodded happily.

Layla and myself packed the food for tomorrow into the fridge and as a surprise we got the soup started while Ms. Amari showered. She was extremely happy to see that as we queued the movie. A thriller, by my definition thrillers are worse than any horror movie. Fucking terrifying pieces of work.

Both women were gorgeous even without trying. Layla enjoyed luxury so she dawned a silk two piece set she was ever so proud of because she bought it herself, and because it had pockets.

Ms. Amari dawned her plush robe with basketball shorts and a t shirt on underneath. Even in this simple wear, I would ravage countries to look at them.

Ms. Amari brought in the blanket from our room and wrapped her and myself in it as Layla covered up with her own. Contact would prove easy tonight, all of us were cowards and Layla had a habit of hiding in my chest during these movies.

As the movie began a thought dashed across my mind causing me to tense.

Shit! Can I pick one tag for one of them and a different one for the other so neither notice in the morning?