Tough Love

Well, shit... Not again. I really thought I was past not being able to make these decisions. Turns out, I was very wrong. I find myself standing in the hall for minutes on end trying to choose between these two options. They both seem so fascinating, yet at the same time, I have so many questions about each one. Questions about how they'll affect the ladies' relationship. I wonder if Phoebe would find one of these particularly interesting herself. She does seem into a lot of stuff. Obviously, she's long gone (and I wouldn't know how to go about asking her even if she was here), but I still can't help but be a little curious to know what she would think.

Hmm... I guess I'll go with... A? Um... sure, why not? I don't know that I have a real reason for picking A over B, but there's an ever-so-slightly small **** pulling me to that one. Don't get me wrong, the idea of being able to temporarily mess with Louisa's memory is temping, but... well, is there a but? I don't know, I also like the idea of Louisa talking down to Phoebe. Something about my math teacher firing back against her wife's teasing seems like fun. Since I can't seem to come up with any strong justification in either direction, all that really leaves me with is that miniscule pull drawing me to A.

Am I just doing this for the sake of making a decision? Maybe. But my indecisiveness has caused problems in the past, so I think just going for something is better than sitting around debating all day. So for that reason, I'm going to do my best to not think too hard about the decision...

New Attribute Selected

PATHETIC PARTNER

As is often the case with these branches, there is a odd feeling inside of me that me that immediately question the choice I made. My brain starts to conjures up various scenarios about the benefits of choosing the other option. I see myself fucking Louisa as Phoebe messes with her body, Louisa being completely unaware of where the extra stimulation is coming from. Damn, that does sound fun...

Come on, Matt. Quit that. The whole point of the branches is that there is something appealing about each option. I'm sure the one I picked will be entertaining. No need to get in my head about all of this. Perhaps I should start making my way home and try not to worry about this anymore.

Once I'm on the bus, I'm able to calm myself down a bit. It's at that point that I'm reminded of just what I signed up for with Louisa and Phoebe. I'm going to have dinner at their place. How weird is that? It's not everyday that a teacher invites one of their students to come over and spend time with them and their spouse outside of class. Actually, that might be an understatement. I don't think that happens basically ever.

I wonder what exactly the two of them are planning. Or at least what Phoebe is planning and making her wife go along with. I knew from the first moment I met her that Phoebe was a wild woman, but seeing her interact with Louisa made it clear just how kinky she is. I can't wait to hear more about the things she's gotten Louisa to do over the years. And of course, I'm equally as excited to have fun with the two of them myself.

Anyway, that's enough about that for now. There will be plenty of time to think about those two on Thursday. Come to think of it, I should be able to notice a significant difference in Louisa's appearance by then. A lot to look forward to in a couple days. But for now, let's just focus on what's going on at home. The bus just pulled into my stop, after all. And it seems like something weird is always going on at homes these days.

Well, it's that time again. Time to play everyone's favorite game: Who's Waiting on the Other Side of the Door? I already know someone is. I can't remember the last time I opened my front door and someone wasn't standing there. Will it be my affectionate puppy? My eager-to-please maid? The clingy little princess? The even clingier... whatever it is you call Rose? I can't imagine it's going to be Bianca, but might as well throw her in there too.

And today's answer is...

Liz! Who got it right?

Alright, alright, that's enough of that.

Once I step inside, Liz quickly crawls over to me and starts rubbing my leg. Yes, that's right, she crawls, which means she's back on her hands and knees. She's also completely naked again. It takes a bit to register in my mind, but after a moment, it occurs to me that that's a bit strange.

"Liz? What happened? Last night you were just starting to throw a few barks into your sentences. Did something get you all worked up today?" I crotch down and ask while giving her a few scratches behind the ear..

"Arf arf!" She barks happily as I pet her.

Yeah, I probably should have seen that coming. Although, I was really asking those questions more to myself than her. Usually it takes a few days for Liz to progress this far into her acting like a dog. And while human Liz has been becoming more comfortable with her feeling about being a pet, she's definitely not far enough along to be stripping down and crawling on all fours by herself. That leads me to assume that it's her BITCH IN HEAT attribute.

But that attribute only makes her more animalistic when she gets hornier. I can't imagine she decided to browse some porn while I was gone, so that brings us back to the initial question: what happened?

"Grrrrruff!" Liz calls out, snapping my attention back to her.

I look over to see that she has crawled into the living room. She's staring at me, panting and wagging her butt excitedly.

"What is it, girl?" I ask.

"Ruff!" She responds while bouncing slightly, giving me a nice view of her jiggling ass and swinging tits.

She takes a few steps further into the house, seemingly very excited about something. Does she want me to follow her? Looking around, I realize that no one else is here. There's no sign of Michelle, Julia, or Bianca. Not even Rose. I mean, they could still be here, it's just odd that I can't see or hear any of them. Normally, they all want to spend time with me the second I walk in.

Glancing back at Liz, she is still staring at me, letting out the occasional bark or yip. I take a few steps closer to her, which causes her to crawl away before looking back at me. Clearly, she's trying to make sure I stay close behind her. We repeat the same thing a few more times, making it pretty apparent that Liz is, in fact, trying to led me somewhere. I just can't figure out where or why. Too bad I can't ask her. It looks like the only way to find out is to keep following her. I wonder what she wants to show me...